"Who told you that?"
Ji Wensheng spun around.
Yan Ningke had come over at some point and was standing behind him with one hand in his pocket. "Is that what Shao Yang told you?"
His tone was calm, betraying no emotion. A smile lingered at the corner of his mouth, yet there was a trace of wickedness to it.
At the sight of him, the jealousy and hatred in Ji Wensheng's heart surged wildly again, burning away what little reason he had left.
Just a few months ago, Yan Ningke had been an idiot anyone could toy with, a brainless lapdog trailing after Shao Yang.
He still remembered how Yan Ningke had been left a bedraggled mess after being made a fool of, and how a casual word of comfort from Shao Yang had instantly filled those forlorn eyes with gratitude.
And now that very person stood beside Shao Ke, radiant and polished, the focus of everyone's attention.
But the one who angered him most was Shao Ke. Why hadn't he told him he knew Wen Shaoyu and Si Yanzhuo? If he had known earlier that Shao Ke had connections like these...
Ji Wensheng's pent-up emotions finally found an outlet. "Isn't it true? How else do you explain going from Shao Yang's lapdog to being so eager to fawn over Brother Shao?"
"So what?" Yan Ningke was utterly unapologetic. "I'm single, and he isn't married. Why can't I pursue him?"
Wen Shaoyu and Si Yanzhuo both looked at Shao Ke.
Shao Ke's eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth curved up unconsciously, with a hint of smugness.
Wen Shaoyu: "..."
Honestly, sometimes he really wanted to call the police.
They were still sneaking in public displays of affection in the middle of a showdown like this?
Ji Wensheng hadn't